Chapter 88 Quidditch Match

The Halloween Eve dinner was forced to end after just the beginning, which made Feishi very unhappy. Although he went to the kitchen to find Comey and others to make up for a meal, it still felt different.

Fortunately, there were snacks from various professors to soothe Feishi's injured heart.

Especially the special candies given by Professor Oilhead, which tasted particularly good. He ate them all that night.

"Little Fatty, when is the next banquet?"

Because the weather was cold and he didn't want to go out, Feishi rolled on the bed, rolled himself into a cat roll with the quilt, and asked Neville on the bed next to him.

"That will have to wait until Christmas."

Neville, who also wrapped himself in the quilt, replied: "But there is a holiday on Christmas, and most people will choose to go home, so the number of people at the Christmas banquet may be relatively small."

"Meow! Christmas!" (●ω●)

But at this time, Feishi didn't care about the number of people, because he also remembered Christmas, and when this festival came, he could receive a lot of gifts.

With the banquet and the gifts, Fich has been looking forward to Christmas.

"When is Christmas? Can't it start early?"

"Of course not," Neville replied with a smile: "Christmas is still nearly two months away."

"Meow... there's still so much time... boring!"

Fich shrank his head and huddled his whole body into the quilt, then turned back into a cat and began to sleep.

As long as he fell asleep, time would pass very quickly, so Christmas would come sooner, right?

With such expectations, Fich gradually fell asleep.

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As Halloween passed, the temperature in England continued to drop.

The mountains near Hogwarts and the trees in the Forbidden Forest were covered with frost, and the surface of the Black Lake was completely frozen. Occasionally, some little wizards would skate and play on it, but most of the time, there were few people outside the castle.

Because the weather was too cold, and there was no snow, only frost, there was nothing fun outside.

Fish also further reduced his time for going out for a stroll. Even the weekend activity of visiting the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid has been specially adjusted. Originally, he entered the forest early in the morning and came out at sunset. Now he enters the forest at almost noon and comes out at three or four in the afternoon.

Although Fish wandered around in the winter when he was wandering before, it was because the temperature of his residence was not much different from that of the outside at that time, and he could occasionally bask in the sun when he went out.

Since being adopted by Minerva, there has been a warm stove to warm up every winter. Fish is not stupid. Why would he run outside in the cold weather? Aren’t the fireplaces and cushions nice?

The ideas of other little wizards are obviously similar to Fish. When they are not in class, they basically stay in the dormitory and don’t want to move lazily.

The only exception is the members of the Quidditch team, because the Quidditch House Cup Championship season starts from November, and the first game is Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, so Wood has been catching Harry and others for training whenever he has time.

During this period of time, Firth could see Scarhead and his friends returning to the dormitory almost every night with red noses and chattering teeth, and then falling on the bed without saying a word, as if they were dead.

Fortunately, he was smart and did not get fooled by that loud-mouthed Wood and join some Quidditch team.

Seeing the miserable state of Scarhead and Red No. 4, Firth, who had turned into a cat and lay beside the stove, thought smugly while tugging at the golden snitch in his arms.

He had no interest in flying brooms now, let alone Quidditch, which Firth thought was super troublesome.

But the other Gryffindors were different. As the time of the Quidditch game got closer, they all became restless. Even the little wizards from Muggle families, for the sake of the honor of the college, mostly participated.

And because of the small game competition, the relationship between everyone in Gryffindor has become closer, and out of friendship they will also support everyone participating in the competition.

Fish was no exception. Although he had no interest in Quidditch, he still appeared on the court with his classmates on the day of the game to cheer for Scarhead and his friends.

"Red No. 4, you didn't participate in the game?" ω

Fisher looked at Ron beside him curiously. He remembered that Red No. 4 had always participated in Quidditch training with Scarhead.

"Well, I'm just a substitute player. It's not my turn to play for the time being."

Ron scratched his cheek awkwardly and felt a little hot on his face.

He was very excited to join the Quidditch team before, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with being a substitute. But after Fish asked this, Ron felt the depression of being overshadowed by his brothers at home.

However, Fish couldn't understand Ron's feelings. He continued to ask curiously: "What does substitute mean? Why can't you play?"

Although he was depressed and aggrieved, Ron still answered Fish's question honestly and explained to him why the substitute players couldn't play.

Fish listened to Ron's explanation absentmindedly. He just asked casually. As a large number of spectators entered the venue, various cheering banners or flags were raised around, and the colorful ones diverted Fish's attention.

Even Neville, Seamus, and Dean, several roommates around him, used a stained bed sheet to draw a huge banner with the words "Potter Must Win". Dean, who was good at painting, also drew a big Gryffindor lion under the words.

Fish looked around at these interesting banners, and his little paws were eager to find an opportunity to run and scratch them. As for the big bed sheet behind him, he had already scratched it, and there were cat paw prints left on it.

"Meow! Minerva! I'm here meow!" (●ΦωΦ●)

Just as Fish was looking at which banner to scratch, he suddenly saw Professor McGonagall, so Fish immediately stood up, waved his hands, and shouted to her.

Professor McGonagall smiled and waved to Fish as a response, but she was a little uneasy in her heart, worried that this little cat would cause trouble during the game.

However, no matter how worried Professor McGonagall was, the game had to continue. With Lee Jordan's passionate commentary, the teams from both sides began to enter the field.

The audience suddenly cheered loudly...

Fish was startled.

"Meow!"∑(●ΦДΦ●)

Fish quickly reached out to cover his cat ears. The noisy sound on the court was a torture for him with keen hearing.

Should I find Minerva and the little guy to learn some spells to isolate sound and smell...

Such a thought popped up in Fish's head.

In fact, this idea had sprouted in Fish's mind a long time ago. When he was tortured by the strange smell on Professor Quirrell, he wondered if there was a spell that could help him isolate the smell.

It's just that Fich really doesn't like reading books, especially after being tricked by Professor McGonagall into learning Transfiguration for a period of time, he became even more resistant to learning.

If it was as easy to master as spells like Luminescent, Fich was afraid that it would take a long time to learn, just like Transfiguration. In addition, he usually just had to hide from Professor Quirrell, so there was no impact, so Fich never implemented this idea.

Until today when he encountered a noise attack again, Fich realized that his perception was too sharp, which was not entirely a good thing.

Fich put his cat ears back in a sullen mood and continued to watch the game.

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When I was having dinner yesterday, I suddenly forgot whether I had served the rice halfway through. I felt quite full at the time, so I didn't continue eating... As a result, I was woken up by hunger in the middle of the night...

I ran out to have breakfast early this morning, and then came back to take a nap... The whole morning passed like this.

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